Super Phone Post!

[stfurameshi]

"Yo! This is Kuwabara Kazuma! I, uh... Didn't answer the phone, obviously, so please leave me a message.

If this is you, Urameshi, just hang up."

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voicemail; after kuwabara hasn't been home or whatever.

[spiritgun_punk]

[ pause and then, YELLED INTO THE PHONE AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS. ]

WHERE ARE YOU, JERK?

[ and hangs up. ]

return call;

[stfurameshi]

[ You know, now that he's half-deaf and everything it's suddenly easier to stay irritated. ]

[spiritgun_punk]

[ PICKING DAT UP ]

WHERE ARE YOU?

[stfurameshi]

What's your freakin' problem?! Stop screaming!

[spiritgun_punk]

I thought you got ported out!

[stfurameshi]

Well, I didn't. Geez.

Baroona was gonna tell you I was out for a while. Guess he forgot about it.

[spiritgun_punk]

Why did you just tell me that?

[stfurameshi]

It came up kinda quick.

[spiritgun_punk]

What happened?

[stfurameshi]

It's just... [ Ugh. He's gonna get shit. ]

He got all that freakin' money for those suits 'cause he takes up fighter-for-hire work. That includes killing. And aside, getting paid in gold bars is the most damn suspicious thing I heard of.

I ain't being friendly with that, Urameshi. That's criminal shit.

[spiritgun_punk]

[ god kuwabara why you gotta be so honorable. ]

What else is he supposed to do? He's from the past or something, Kuwabara. It's not like he can get a job like you and me.

[stfurameshi]

The hell he couldn't.

[ Because really, dude. ]

[spiritgun_punk]

Look, if I talk to him and figure something else out will you come back home?

[stfurameshi]

If there ain't a problem, I got no reason to stay out, do I?

[spiritgun_punk]

Fine, fine. I'll take care of it.

[stfurameshi]

Good.

[ Bit of a huff. He's relieved deep down but he's still irritated with you forever, Yusuke. ]

Just lemme know, I guess.